Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Water Works, I Hope


"Upon this rock," Jesus said, "I will build my church." I think it goes something like that.

Rock: hard, building block, trustworthy. A symbol for reliable groundedness.

I, on the other hand, have often identified with the tree, especially the oak, which is grounded; it's claws gripping the thin layer of soil we call home. I even wrote a poem about the tree, entitled "The Waiting Place."

These identifying symbols (rock and oak) may be toxic to a healthy lifestyle, according to 50 Cent and Robert Greene, in their joint-venture book, "The 50th Law."

Quoting, page 101-102: "As part of this new concept, you are replacing the old stalwart symbols of power -- the rock, the oak tree, etc. -- with that of water, the element that has the greatest potential force in all of nature. Water can adapt to whatever comes its way, moving around or over any obstacle. It wears away rock over time. This form of power does not mean you simply give in to what life brings you and drift. It means that you channel the flow of events in your direction, letting this add to the force of your actions and giving you powerful momentum."

Water.

"The 50th Law," according to 50 Cent and Robert Greene, is "Fear Nothing."

Does water fear anything? I don't think so.

But I don't think I can be that flexible. Fluidity is not my strongest attribute.

My wife tells me you have to bend in this life in order to thrive/survive.

Rocks don't bend. However, oaks bend -- a little. Honestly, I'd rather be an oak than water. I don't know that I can be as flexible as water.

The authors claim that if you are an oak or a rock, you open yourself up to sorrow, pain, which is the result of being unmovable. Rocks and oaks do not duck and weave very well.

So.....right now, I'm thinking about water. I'm thinking about what it might be like to be water. I'm 60, an old dogwood. New tricks are not my forte. But I'm thinking. Thinking about H20.

If you hear a splash, it may be me. If I hear a splash, I'll say a little prayer.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

4th Taking On Deeper Meaning

"This is the Price of Freedom," it says, driving by, on the way to the grocery store to stock up for the picnic. I pause at the light (it already turned green), disoriented, caught between conflicting worlds: celebration and anger.